Christmas, Eighty Two

It was Christmas way back in eighty two Head in hands not knowing what to do All I see is a door Never been here before Do I take the next step and walk through As I sit here and trawl through my life From five years old, full of strife The light I see clear Could my end be so near Past images begin to run rife Suddenly, a hand on my shoulder Words of wisdom being told as we solder Tell me James of your past Sharing burdens, be them cast You have many reasons to grow older Just think of the birds in the trees And the leaves that dance in the breeze All the songs you enjoy Now your a man from a boy And grasp your tomorrows and seize From that moment I have never looked back I now absorb my past and it's flack My thanks is to Frank Whom that night stood by my flank When he died, my thanks never lacked